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the wall Places I’ve never been to Places that are no longer Yet lasting forever A current Running through my bones</p><p id="6840">Beyond the stars Yet this side of the clouds Rivers of snapshots Flowing forever And crashing Into a soothing meadow</p><p id="dd6d">Sinking into the green O
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f the rolling brown hills That stretch to bite their tails And fall into a pattern Sliding Through stone valleys</p><p id="d332"><i>Copyright by <a href="https://readmedium.com/white-feather-archive-index-c95167f7dbaf"><b>White Feather</b></a>. All Rights Reserved.</i></p></article></body>
Oil paintings on the wall Places I’ve never been to Places that are no longer Yet lasting forever A current Running through my bones
Beyond the stars Yet this side of the clouds Rivers of snapshots Flowing forever And crashing Into a soothing meadow
Sinking into the green Of the rolling brown hills That stretch to bite their tails And fall into a pattern Sliding Through stone valleys
Copyright by White Feather. All Rights Reserved.
